OPEN: i crashed your car into the bridge

[folieamor]

WHO: HARLEY and YOU
WHERE: everywhere
WHEN: Wednesday!
WARNINGS: hashtag Harleen Francis Quinzel
SUMMARY: Normal life takes a lot of getting used to. Or: Harley hasn't been arrested yet or met any bad boyfriends, so she runs a lot and eats a lot of take-out food while talking endlessly to strangers.
FORMAT: action

option 1: running

[Every morning and every evening, Harley goes running in the park. Today is no exception. Maybe you are simply taking a stroll, cutting through on your way to or from work - Harley is there, jogging! Or perhaps stretching or even taking a break to swallow down a gulp of water from her bottle.

Whatever the case, she will probably talk to you quite happily! ]

option 2: harley's unofficial private practice/her apartment

[Maybe you're stopping by for some off the record therapy, or just stopping by for some gossip and coffee. Harley's living room is comfortable; there's a new two seat black sofa, a black arm chair and a white chaise sofa for patients. Her television sits, turned on the cartoon channels and her coffee table is littered with magazines and a stray coffee mug and probably a packet of some sort of candy.

Whatever you're reason for being here, Harley can accommodate. ]

option 3: harley's office @ city hall

[Harley's office at City Hall is far less homely. Her desk is covered in an organized mess of notebooks, patient files (stacked neatly atop one another, ready to go back in her drawer). Her sofa here is lines with IKEA brand pillows she brought in to try and lift the sterile feel.

Whatever your reason for being here, you'll probably get a free chocolate or a coffee out of it. ]

Comments

1 / early morning

[invoking]

[ Gil cuts his way through the park heading over to work. He's left earlier than usual today, so he's in no particular rush just yet as he travels down the pathway. An occasional jogger or dog walker looks at him briefly, noting the signs of faded bruises around his nose and eyes. His nose has healed considerably, but he's been careful not to agitate it after Nelson help to set it.

He keeps his eyes focused on concrete until that little nagging feeling one gets when they sense someone they may know approaching gets to him. He slowly looks up to see the woman from the Pie Hole a good twenty feet ahead of him and immediately comes to a halt. ]

Her again...

[folieamor]

[Harley slows down to a jog. The job slows to a walk, until she eventually stops to take a gulp of water and stretch out her legs. She's lost track of time; for the life of her, she can't remember how long she's been running for, and that is a sign that it's time to stop.

And possibly get waffles. She turns, ready to head back the way she came.

She hasn't quite spotted Gil yet, but the closer she gets, it's inevitable. ]

[invoking]

[ Small blessings, he supposes. Having realized she hasn't caught onto his presence, he ducks his head and pushes forward, doing his best to avoid any and all eye contact.

If he just walks by and acts as if he hasn't seen her, maybe she won't notice. ]